Hooray! It’s nearly time to celebrate

The passing of the darkest day of all

You don’t need to spend wildly to feel great

Or pass out through imbibing alcohol

No, why not simply sit back, meditate

On how once again we survived the fall

And now our frozen fingers push the gate

Into the garden sheltered from the squall

Expecting sunlit lawns and time to wait

Joy frozen like a statue in the hall

Surreal escapism a rising trait

As light and heat fades like a parent’s call

Clinging to children, hoping they’ll placate

These chill winds, their bright cheeks smooth as a ball